Yes, that’s an apron, a shop-apron.


It takes up 41-inches wide by 19-inches deep. The guest-bed/couch got shoved over and my bookcase which had stood in that place moved to the other wall. The blue Dillon sifter on the floor gets kicked back and forth in an eternal battle for footspace. In the slot between the bench and the wall I slid my light-table that I used for drawing and cartooning, and the hand-vac sits on top of that. I have a hundred cases to deprime before I fix dinner. After that they get trimmed down to a length of 2.494″ and the primer-pocket cleaned and uniformed. Then comes the turkey-stuffing.

About NotClauswitz

The semi-sprawling adventures of a culturally hegemonic former flat-lander and anti-idiotarian individualist, fleeing the toxic cultural smug emitted by self-satisfied lotus-eating low-land Tesla-driving floppy-hat wearing lizadroid-Leftbat Califorganic eco-tofuistas ~